Grayson POV
The party had been a disaster right from the start, but I hadn't expected anything less. Then Charlotte had gone and intentionally stepped on Flair's dress, causing it to tear and it had taken all I had to hold onto my self-restraint instead of doling out a few choice words towards my sister. If Flair hadn't been so calm, so dignified, I might have, but she remained gracious as ever and I carried her to the car, feeling protective and ensuring that nobody could see the rather luscious thong she was wearing beneath her dress that had been exposed because of Charlotte's nefarious intentions.
As I placed her in the limousine and climbed in after her, all I could think about was how gorgeous she looked tonight, how beautiful. My wife was unlike any other woman I had kept company
